(Triple H and Goldberg run into each other backstage)
Triple H: Well look what the cat dragged in, Goldberg in the flesh!
Goldberg: Hunter, I don't have time to talk with the likes of you. So if you're smart, stay out of my way.
Triple H: Whoa... hold on there big man! I meant it in a good way, there's no need to get bent out of shape. Consider me the WWE welcoming committee. I'm just here to let you know if you need my help, I got your back. *extends his hand*
Goldberg: *pushes Triple H's hand* I don't need your help, and quite frankly Hunter, I work alone. It seems like you're running low on your friend's list and you can't count me out of that list. Right now I don't have my sights on you, nor the champion himself Jericho. My eyes are focused on Ryback and if you're stupid enough to challenge me, then Hunter... You're NEXT!
*Goldberg turns around and runs into the Undertaker and just stare each other down*